Chapter 3 2

Darrelle's POV

"Yes Mr Bryers," I repeated for the third time in the last minute, driving along the highway.

"Did you make the renovations on the outside?"

"Yes, they were made my assistant will be coming by later,"

"Can you come by?"

"Not today I have a meeting in an hour," I told him as I looked ahead to side of the road spotting a fimiliar face. I drove up ahead pulling to side, a few feet away from the car.

"Can y-"

"I'm going call you back," I said into the phone before ending the call. I pushed my phone into my pocket before opening the door.

"Need help?" I asked closing the door walking over to her.

"No I got it," she lied and I chuckled.

"Let me help, you can go back to ignoring me later," I told her amused, she looked at me thinking before rolling her eyes motioning for me to go ahead.

"Pop the hood for me," I said moving around to the front, I propped up the hood and a thought immediately came to mind. I pulled off my jacket putting it in my car, rolling up the sleeves of my white buttoned down shirt as I returned. I reached down picking up a small stick opening the oil tank placing it inside, my thoughts being confirmed.

"Your low on engine oil," I announced and she sighed running a hand through her hair. She sighed frustratedly taking out her phone stepping to the side to make a call. I chuckled as I closed the oil tank, throwing the stick to the side.

"Are you busy right now?" She asked walking opening her car door.

"No, I wa-"

"Good, drop me off at my office," she said emerging from her car with her coat and a breifcase in her hand.

"That didn't sound like a question," I told her closing the hood of her car.

"It wasn't," she replied looking in her phone, I smiled loving her attitude.

"Come on," I said walking to my car, I opened the passenger side and she stepped in saying thank you. I chuckled getting in.

"So you do have manners?" I asked amused watching as she pulled on her seatbelt. She ignored my comment as I drove off.

"Do you know where you're going?"

"Yeah," I replied Nia was actually the lawyer that won the Marlton case two years ago, it was all over the news. She worked for a law firm uptown, they represented my business Brawell, I think.

"You're not some stalker are you?" She asked calmly looking in her phone.

"No, Marlton case," I said chuckling and she nodded still not looking at me.

"I wanna have a full on conversation with you, I mean we do have time," I added

"I do-"

"You can go back to ignoring me after," I said and she let out a small smile.

"So you know how to do that," I added and she rolled her eyes looking outside for a spilt second, before sighing and turning back to me.

"Go ahead"

"Why did you become a lawyer?"

"Growing up, I lost alot of good friends who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, they didn't do anything but couldn't afford a lawyer, they were young with nobody, plea deals were made and jail sentences were given. I want to change that, "

"You've already started," I pointed out referring to the Marlton case.

"Who is your favorite artist?"

"Ottis Redding," she replied and I chuckled.

"Are your parents together or separated?"

"My step dad and mother are married,"

"Favorite food?"

"Anything spicy,"

"Finally, something in common," I said amused turning left.

"So who is your favorite artist?" She asked and I smiled happy at her newly acquired interest in me.

"I don't have one, I just listen,"

"Your parents?"

"I grew up with my mother, my 'father' left when I was a kid,"

"I'm sorry about that, but it does explain your whole-"

"My whole what?" I asked cutting her off.

"You would've know if you hadn't cut me off," she replied amused and I smiled liking how relaxed she was becoming.

"I'm sorry, it's just a sensitive subject," I replied as I pulled up beside her building.

"I'm sorry if I-"

"No you don't have to apologize,"

"Thanks for the ride," she said opening the door.

"One more question," I said and she turned facing me.

"When can I take you out?" I asked and she laughed getting out.

"I'll see you around Darrelle," she said climbing out of the car closing the door. I sent down the car window as she walked around the car, I watched as she left before driving off a smile on my face.

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